Winnie watched the grey liquid ferociously boiling. Bright yellow flames licked the side of the cauldron, as if trying to reach over the sides and taste what was lurking inside. Occasionally, some of the liquid managed to escape over the side and instantly hiss into steam.
An arm appeared above the surface of the water.
A wooden handle bobbed around the perimeter of the pot, carried along by the contents and the bubbling water.
A leg appeared. Then another.
Winnie sighed, and pushed them back under.
She missed using her washing machine immensely. Power must be restored soon, she hoped.
Another repost, with a strange and spooky coincidence. Yesterday, October 11th 2013, I decided – nay! – had an urge to repost the little rhyme about Isaac Cole. The rhyme was originally posted on October 11th 2011. I realised this after posting yesterday.
Today, I had an urge to repost the Boiling Pot from 2012. Originally posted October 11th 2012. I realised this just after I searched for the post through the archives. Spooky, it has to be said!
I do like a good coincidence every once in a while. Every day, actually…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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